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Subterranean Homesick Alien
The breath of the morning:
I keep forgetting
The smell of the warm summer air.
I live in a town
Where you can’t smell a thing,
You watch your feet
For cracks in the pavement.Up above, aliens hover
Making home movies
For the folks back home.
Of all these weird creatures
Who lock up their spirits,
Drill holes in themselves
And live for their secrets.They’re all
Uptight... Uptight...
Uptight... Uptight...
Uptight... Uptight...I wish that they’d swoop down
In a country lane
Late at night when I’m driving,
Take me on board their beautiful ship,
Show me the world as I’d love to see it.I’d tell all my friends but they’d never believe me,
They’d think that I’d finally lost it completely.
I’d show them the stars and the meaning of life,
They’d shut me awayBut I’d be
Alright... Alright...
I’d be alright...
I’m alright.I’m just
Uptight... Uptight...
Uptight... Uptight...
Uptight... Uptight...
Uptight.© Thom Yorke, 1997
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